Out Doing God-Knows-What!

Katie corners her stepdaughter Penelope the second she walks through the door. "Out late again? Grades in the toilet? What's the excuse this time?" Penelope dodges, but she's clearly guarding something. Few days pass and Katie's on the phone with her friend, griping that Penelope's slipping even worse. Then the front door creaks open. In walks Penelope wearing a waitress uniform, tight blouse, short black skirt, little apron and all. She finally spills: she's been bussing tables on the late shift to cover her own college costs. Katie's heart softens, but she still pushes Penelope to quit so she can hit the books. Penelope sighs, relieved. She peels the uniform off right there in the kitchen—shirt tossed aside, skirt dropping—down to bra and panties before the fabric even hits the floor. "I still wanna help," she says, and since she's already half-naked she just blurts it out: "So… what if we fuck?" Katie raises an eyebrow, but heat pools between her thighs. They crash together, lips hot, tongues sliding, hands roaming. Bras come off. They cup, squeeze, and suck each other's tits like they've been hungry for it. Panties vanish. They spread on the couch, legs wide, licking wet pussies, fingers plunging, hips rocking until they're both gasping and shaking.